The Inclusion of Everyone: I Love People
I’ve gotten some attention about a post here that needs some clarifying; I’m referring to my recent thoughts on class. I asked my mom for her honest opinion when she told me that she’d enjoyed reading my blog; I love her and value her insight.
“You sound like a snob, and it sounds as if you don’t like Just’In’s family.”
Hm. I hadn’t meant to bring that tone, and it certainly isn’t my opinion. I appreciate Just’In’s family, and I enjoy spending time with them. Their family dynamics are very different from my family dynamics, but that’s only because they’re a gathering of adults–aunts, uncles, parents. When I see my family, which is not nearly as often, we’re doing kid-oriented activities because I have siblings who are in middle school; whenever I see them, someone’s on vacation. Just’In’s family gatherings usually involve a meal and lots of talking, but it doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy those activities, too.
That last paragraph is awkward in its phrasing; I don’t think in terms of “his family” and “my family”; I feel very much an active part of both groups. I apologize for sounding like a snob; uncollected and frank thoughts on class are bound to pull on a loose string somewhere.
Meanwhile, here’s a recent picture of my growing belly that everyone can enjoy:
I had a co-worker tell me this week, “Your belly is growing out and up.”
I told her, “Well, it’s got to grow somewhere, and I’m glad it’s doing what it’s supposed to do.”
I also find that babies, the experience of bearing and delivery, cross all boundaries of class and time. Everyone can talk about babies. Thank goodness.